Control

Foot skimming for landing

Over the top of shimmering

Sand mashed into a solid standing.

How the fluffy white sheet

Quickly gets drowned

Underneath calloused feet

Obscured, not to be found.

Feet carving into the damp sand

Imprinting as each step grows

Showered with shells among the land.

The coolness of night seated around

A blanket of freedom bursting through wind

One could never ignore the sound

The sound of beauty ringing that doesn't bend.

Salt hugging sun-kissed skin

Shivering among every crevice in one's palm

Your heart and mind lineup within.

Burnt lips tingling with bitterness

Salt and serenity holding scent in the air

The simplicity of all but nothingness

Cool waves in warfare.

Breaking and pulling to reach the shoreline

Crashing against ankles

Wish among breaking wish of a sign.

Returning back into the eternity of water only to return

Curtains containing the world around

Wonder if one can truly ever learn

If one is actually ever found.

A flashlight to break through in a beam of sight

Stars glistening across the Southern sky

As if fireflies got stuck in flight.

Search oneself in a constant wait to find

What is buried too deep in the soul

Something about the fading echo of waves that captivate the mind

One realizes that control is out of control.

The Unknown

To be, or not to be- that is the question: 

Perhaps it's not people that break our hearts, but situations. For in a split of souls it's not about the lack of existence of one in another's life, but the situation in which that was rooted that stings so much. For in death, we know is common, but the act of dying is far sadder than if one was known to just disappear rather than have life sucked away. Because news can wreck your world. Not people. If you allow yourself to buy into the concept that people have that strong of an affect on you that you're foolish. Yet the inevitable, the uncontrollable is what we should fear.  One phone call can tear you to shreds, it's not about the people in which it happened to, but the situation in which the people had to endure. Evident of this, our hearts can mourn for the shooting of young children, yet we do not know these children nor the killers. But it's the fact that young innocent children are being murdered that pours our hearts out of it's shell. The world is what breaks your heart. It's not that HE is breaking up with you, it's that he is BREAKING UP with you. It's not that HE died, but that he DIED. Its not that YOUNG CHILDREN were murdered, but that young children were MURDERED. For news of disease shatters your world. Yet, another person may not be involved. It can break your heart far worse than the idea of a person doing so can. It wears you out- I am well aware. Seeing others in bad situations; it's not that they are breaking your heart, it's that what they're doing is, not the person as an individual. The most horrific heart breaks are from the unknown. The things we have no control over are the hardest ones. Natural disasters are a prime example. Lacking control is terrifying in a life threatening or heart shattering instance. Perhaps, perhaps that is why God is to be feared. He holds the every power we cannot. As fearful as that may be, it's so reassuring. We, as people, make way more mistakes than our Glorious King. 

Thrill of the Chase

It's the thrill of the chase. It's the way you laugh your guts out when you two are together. It's the way you can feel his heartbeat when you dance the night away. It's the way he kisses. It's the passion when you're together captivating your bodies. It's the way he wraps his arms around your fragile body. How he kisses your forehead the next morning. How when you aren't together he acts like you don't exist. He never calls you or texts you back. He keeps zero contact with you. Because he has you. And the only way to keep people like me, is to not care. It's the thrill of the chase that I like. The fact that I can't have you. You're untouchable, and I crave you.

Bubble

Tiny fragile bubbles caught in the travel to desperately escape. Muffled  by thick blocks of frozen glass. Begging one to burst open availability to fresh gasps of freedom. One of thousands of air pockets trapped in the cubes. Cubes among hundreds of others. Water drowning the cube's clarity. Imperfections concealed. Yet, they're still there, regardless of visibility.  Strangling from continual hidden torture. Abuse suffered to a silent significance. Too hesitant to run. Wondering what's stopping the escape. Hope? But hope of what? A known disappointment? A predictable future being held above the surface of oxygen. Unable to breathe, unable to float above the meniscus. Defeat. Frozen in time. Longing for a breakthrough, but surrounded by un-thawing pain. A tiny fragile bubble, within a cube of ice, within a glass of water. Overlooked so many times, because honestly, why should anyone bother?

Downpour;

     Heaven meets Earth like an unforeseen kiss. Glittering blackness dripping from the thick pillows that smother the once baby blue sky.  Pounding against shingles as a heartbeat in a turning chest. Flashes of radiant light as a veil, camouflaging vast shadows of existence . Embracing the expanse of a sinking sky. A cascade with a shield of captivity. Serenity smuggling an imperfect path. Trees devoured, powerless in comparison. Pure fragrance holding hands with humidity. Delicacy is defined. A downpour at it's finest.

Desolate;

Trickling pain poisoning hope
Destroying any glimpse of immunity
Fracturing the possibility to cope
The reoccurring stolen opportunity 

Sheer solemn display
Ignited injurious rage
Accustomed of betray
Captured to disengage

Eradicate my trace
Drained longing of elope
Worth of not but disgrace
Poison as if hope

Thank-you Michael Bleecker;

The worship leader at The Village Church Flower Mound; I don't think he realizes how great of an impact he makes on people's life. I think he knows it to an extent, but I wish he knew how many lives he's touched. There is just something about his music. About how when he worships, he isn't just singing, but he's truly worshiping. When I'm broken, confused, shaken up, distraught, or any of these things I listen to his music, and it opens up your heart. His lyrics are so beautiful, along with the obvious beauty in his voice. Sometimes messages hit home deeper through music. His does that. God has done great things through him and I pray will continue to use Bleecker for God's glory. Thank-you Michael Bleecker, for all you've done for your community and God's kingdom.